Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340: BDSM Play 1

Olivia’s POV

Louis’s thumb lingered at my jaw for a moment before he stepped back, his presence pulling away just enough to make my body ache for it. His eyes swept over me, sharp and assessing, like he was reading not just my body but my soul.

"Stay where you are," he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative.

I froze, every nerve on edge. My wolf didn’t fight him—she stilled, waiting, obeying. Louis moved past me toward the sleek cabinet against the wall. He opened it with a key, the quiet click of the lock echoing in the dim room. When the doors swung open, my breath hitched.

Inside, neatly arranged and gleaming under the soft light, lay his tools. Cuffs of leather, polished steel restraints, coils of rope, a spread of floggers and paddles in varying shades and textures—all organized with precision. Each one whispered of a world I’d never stepped into, but one he clearly lived in with intention. Louis’s hand hovered before selecting a single item: a pair of soft black leather cuffs lined with velvet. He shut the cabinet, turned, and walked back to me with that same unshakable calmness.

My heart hammered, my body trembling, but I didn’t move.

"Hands," he said firmly.

I lifted them slowly, palms up, and he took them into his much larger hands. His touch was warm, grounding, almost tender as he buckled the cuffs around my wrists. He was precise, adjusting them until they fit snug but not tight. When he finished, he threaded his fingers lightly over the leather, checking, testing, ensuring I felt no discomfort.

"Too tight?" he asked.

I shook my head quickly. "No... it feels..." My voice caught, my cheeks heating. "It feels good."

A ghost of a smile tugged at his mouth, though his eyes stayed serious. "If that changes, you tell me. Say red, and everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered.

Louis leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear, his tone darker now. "It’s yes Master... Olivia... the next time you say just yes, you will be punished."

A shiver raked down my spine, heat flooding my core at his words. He guided me slowly toward the padded bench in the center of the room.

"Lean forward," he instructed, his tone steady and authoritative.

I obeyed, my chest tightening as I bent slightly at the waist, pressing my hips and stomach against the cool padded leather. The position forced my back to arch, my breasts pushing forward, my lace-covered nipples aching as they brushed the air. My legs stayed planted firmly on the ground, though they trembled under me, the anticipation winding tighter with every heartbeat.

Louis raised my cuffed wrists and secured them to the straps fixed above the bench, holding me in place. I tested the restraint instinctively, but there was no escape—it was snug, firm, yet not painful. Just enough to remind me that I was his to command.

The vulnerability of it made heat curl through me, low and insistent. I could feel how wet I already was, my thighs pressing together in vain.

Louis stepped back, studying me with a gaze that was equal parts hunger and control.

"You’re beautiful like this," he said, his voice roughened now. His fingers trailed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, slow and deliberate, making me gasp. Then he picked up something from the bench’s side—a soft flogger, its strands thin, supple, and harmless-looking in his grip.

He held it where I could see, his eyes locking on mine. "I’ll start gentle," he promised, though his voice carried the weight of command. "And you will tell me everything you feel."

My lips parted, a shiver of nerves and arousal rushing through me. "Yes, Louis," I whispered, breathless.

Shit! A mistake.

He lifted the flogger, and the first whisper-soft stroke landed across my ass, light as a feather. The sensation jolted me, a shudder rolling through my body. My nipples hardened painfully, my pussy throbbing with desperate desire.

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